Wow..completely exhausted.It's not even seven at night, and I feel like it's midnight.

On the other hand, our first holiday dinner at our house--with all four grandparents, Uncle Jeremy, and Great Uncle Dick and Great Aunt Joyce--was a delightful success. Perhaps the only thing that would have made this day more complete would have been having owenthomas and gregorsf here. We miss you guys, terribly--your gifts and most especially your cards and notes brought you to us in some way. The poem accompanying Gus--the exception to the "no more stuffed animals" policy--had tears coming to my eyes. I understand now, Owen, why you had to have him for Q--he is entirely too cute for words and sooooo soft and cuddly.

Aw, we miss you, too! We're having a great time in Pasadena, though. I figured that, since I wouldn't be able to be silly and ridiculous with puns and poetry in person, I'd better provide them in another way. I'm glad you enjoyed them! And I also figured we could get away with one more stuffed animal, before Quinn gets too old for such things.